Faust: A Dramatic Poem, Том 1Ticknor and Fields, 1856 - 322 страница |
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... song , if still living , strays scattered through the world . -- And a yearning , long unfelt , for that quiet , pensive Spirit- realm seizes me . ' Tis hovering even now , in half - formed tones , my lisping lay , like the Eolian harp ...
... song , if still living , strays scattered through the world . -- And a yearning , long unfelt , for that quiet , pensive Spirit- realm seizes me . ' Tis hovering even now , in half - formed tones , my lisping lay , like the Eolian harp ...
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... song in the grass ; - and would that he did but lie always in the grass ! He thrusts his nose into every puddle . THE LORD . Have you nothing else to say to me ? Are you al- ways coming to me for no other purpose than to com- plain ? Is ...
... song in the grass ; - and would that he did but lie always in the grass ! He thrusts his nose into every puddle . THE LORD . Have you nothing else to say to me ? Are you al- ways coming to me for no other purpose than to com- plain ? Is ...
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... SONG . The swain dressed himself out for the dance . With parti - colored jacket , ribbon and garland , Smartly was he dressed ! The ring round the lime - tree was already full , And all were dancing like mad . Huzza ! Huzza ! Tira ...
... SONG . The swain dressed himself out for the dance . With parti - colored jacket , ribbon and garland , Smartly was he dressed ! The ring round the lime - tree was already full , And all were dancing like mad . Huzza ! Huzza ! Tira ...
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... song which is rung in every one's ears ; which , our whole life long , every hour is hoarsely singing to us . In the morning I wake only to horror . I would fain weep bitter tears to see the day , which , in its course , will not ...
... song which is rung in every one's ears ; which , our whole life long , every hour is hoarsely singing to us . In the morning I wake only to horror . I would fain weep bitter tears to see the day , which , in its course , will not ...
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... him who quarrels ! With open heart strike up the song ! swill and shout ! holla , holla , ho ! ALTMAYER . Woe is me ! I am a lost man . Cotton , here ! the knave splits my ears . SIEBEL . It is only when the vault echoes again 87 ...
... him who quarrels ! With open heart strike up the song ! swill and shout ! holla , holla , ho ! ALTMAYER . Woe is me ! I am a lost man . Cotton , here ! the knave splits my ears . SIEBEL . It is only when the vault echoes again 87 ...
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alludes allusion already ALTMAYER amongst angel appears Auerbach's cellar beautiful Blocksberg Book of Job bosom BRANDER breast called change rings CHORUS Coleridge Cyprian dare devil Dies iræ earth Edinburgh Review edition eternal evil eyes fair Falk feel fire fool Franz Horn FROSCH gentleman German give Goethe Goethe's Faust hand happy hear heart heaven honor Kasperl light living look Lord Madame de Stael magic maiden Maler Müller MARGARET MARTHA mean MEPHISTOPHELES mind MONKEYS mother mountain nature never night once original Paracelsus passage play pleasure poem poet prose round scene sense Shelley SIEBEL sing song sort soul spirit stand Stieglitz STUDENT sweet tell thee things thou art thou hast thought tion topheles translation voice WAGNER Walpurgis Night whilst whole wine wish WITCH word young
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